Due to a posting problem, my column today on Mark Morabito was not included in my archive. You can find it here.

Sept. 11, 2001 is now six years in the past. For many of us, again preoccupied with the treadmill of day-to-day life, it becomes hard to remember the almost unbearable empathy of the days following the attack:

We could feel what happened on those hijacked planes. We heard the tapes of the taut whispers on cell phones. We could not turn our heads from the shock and confusion of passengers forced by their assailants toward the back, the growing horror on a plane that had clearly flown off course, and the realization - if it came - of what was about to happen.

But human nature, after any tragedy, is to go on. That was a luxury for those of us who did not have loved ones on the planes, or in the towers, or at the Pentagon. It was not a luxury for someone like Mark Morabito of Owasco, whose wife Laura Lee was on American Airlines Flight 11.

She had the seat across the aisle from Waleed al-Shehri, a terrorist armed with pepper spray, a terrorist specifically praised in a recent video by Osama bin Laden. Morabito can only imagine what his wife saw and endured, and he has spent six years struggling with the rage and pain, and he often visits a gravestone that he thought would never have someone beneath it.

This week, he learned his wife's remains have been identified - and that her wedding ring is still on her finger.

It will not cure the pain, or end the nights when he envisions what happened on the plane.